Sport: Racketeers

For several years there was very little doubt about who would win the
National Singles Championship at Forest Hills, L. I. Tilden would swing
lazily through the first rounds; in the third and fourth rounds it
became easier to see that he would win the last. In late afternoon
matches his huge shadow would creep and flicker toward the clubhouse.
By the time his opponent's shadow was in the middle of the press
marquee, Tilden's shadow had gone upstairs. It was a terrifying shadow,
with steps like dark lightning, enough to frighten any opponent....